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Bahamas Day 10 April 27th Nassau
Yes, we’re back in Nassau. Today we decided to head to a beach club called Margaritaville. We chose this one because it’s an easy walk from the ship, which means we can come and go as we please without dealing with an organized bus excursion, taxis, traffic, or any fussy arrangements. It’s simple, flexible, and exactly the kind of day we wanted.
Beach clubs are everywhere these days, and they’re popular for a reason. They bundle everything — food, drinks, music, loungers, shade, and service — into one easy, polished experience. No hauling towels, no hunting for a spot in the sand, no figuring out logistics. It’s simply “beach time.” Sure, beach clubs cost money, but so does going to a public beach once you start renting loungers, umbrellas, and everything else. And on public beaches, you’re also at the mercy of the hawkers — the moment you lie down and start drifting toward a nap, they appear. “You buy from me? You buy from me?” They’re constantly trying to sell you hats, sunglasses, T‑shirts, beaded necklaces, fruit, drinks, or offering to braid your hair or give you a quick beach massage. It’s part of the charm… until it isn’t.
At Margaritaville, there were several day‑pass options, but we went with the cheapest one because the pricier packages included lunch and unlimited drinks — and honestly, do we really need more food or alcohol at this point? So, we chose the budget option which got us a lounger, an umbrella, and a margarita. But because we paid for the beach option, we couldn’t use the pool and go floating down their lazy river.
A lazy river is basically a gentle, winding waterway pool that carries you along on a soft current while you float in an inner tube. It’s calm and unhurried — like drifting down a warm, shallow stream in paradise without having to paddle, plan, or think about anything at all. The first time I saw a lazy river was in Puerto Plata, right at the port entrance in the middle of all the chaos — tourists shopping, tourists drinking, tourists wandering around with no idea where they were going — there they were. People floating in a man‑made pool that looked like a gently moving stream. Some were wedged awkwardly into their inner tubes, others drifting by with a beer in hand and sunglasses on.
My first thought was, do they have any idea how ridiculous they look? But as I watched them glide past, I couldn’t ignore the serene, totally carefree expressions on their faces. They looked like they had slipped out of the real world for a moment, and honestly, I’ve never forgotten that look.
Jay and I are theater fans, but magic shows aren’t our style. Tonight’s show is Evolution of Magic, performed by Adam Milner. Magicians do sleight‑of‑hand; illusionists rely on technology and “perfected” tricks — basically the difference between quick fingers and expensive equipment. Either way, I’m not a fan of being tricked, fooled, bamboozled, hoodwinked, or otherwise suckered — so we’ll be skipping the show.
The most famous magician is David Copperfield, known for making things like jet planes disappear. He has performed at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas for 25 years, and his last show will be two days from now on April 30th of this year. The most famous illusionist is Houdini, whose whole career was escaping from boxes, tanks, chains, and anything else people could lock him inside. He died of a ruptured appendix on Halloween in 1926, but some people still like to pretend he’s alive at 150 years of age— which honestly would be his greatest trick. On some MSC ships they feature a “A House of Houdini” show that is music, singing, acrobatics and sleight of hand in tribute to the great Houdini. Now that’s a show I would like to see.
When we got back on the ship we went up to the Yacht Club pool deck. Jay napped and I watched the seagulls. It reminded me of a line from the 1971 movie, Harold and Maude when Maude and Harold are watching the seagulls. Maude says to Harold “Dreyfuss once wrote from Devils Island that he could see the most glorious birds. Many years later he realized they had only been seagulls. For me they will always be glorious birds.” There is something to be said finding beauty in the ordinary.
Tomorrow we will be at Ocean Cay again and it’s Jay’s 85 birthday!